The Cream Always Rises
In the thought of a dream, a reach from behind
In how things seem and the reasons that I find
The warehouses of the mind and what we deem
Mixed among the daily grind so rises the cream
As we float to the top each reality already known
Not being a time to stop in knowing we've grown
To the top we rise as no one else will even strive
In turn they despise the whole time they're alive
Such a sad sight to see in such a stark separation
For they choose this to be as their part in creation
In having lost their worth and so being cast aside
Problem with earth is it fills you so with such pride
The cream will soon be taken as the rest is tossed
Like all those who have forsaken and are truly lost
The processes is nearly done the machines shut down
Done comes the Son, this cream is headed out of town
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